So cash in all your chips tonight baby, cuz were going out of style. 

We could leave this city, if only for a while. 

Well take this feeling to our graves for every heart that we betrayed. 

No one can know about this. 

The only place I'll ever call home, is my deathbed. 



I know were so wrong, but it feels so right. 

And its not a party, if it happens every night. 

I'm running on empty, your running out of luck. 

So lets ditch this city, before we sober up